Delicate Creatures

May 17, 2008 at 11:22 AM
Hummingbirds keep flying into my kitchen through my open picture windows (the paned windows that slide into the wall).

When they come into my kitchen, they don't seem to be able to find the many ways out. There they stay, beating their wings against glass they cannot see, terrified and watchful of the waiting dogs and cats, staying in a soft, whirring hover, pressed up against the window above the sink. I love rescuing them, slowly pulling my hands down the glass, carefully closing my hands enough so that their wings touch my skin. They stop beating their wings then, falling into my lower hand. The feel of holding their tiny flittery-glittery bodies in my palm, and walking slowly outside with a distrustful, beautiful little creature in my hands - neither docile nor tame. Then I raise my hands up, release the bird and watch it fly away.

I've done this four times in the last 24 hours, and I must say it is remarkable how much fun it is to release birds from your grasp. Very exhilerating. I never get sick of it.

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The does have their fawns now - beautiful, bright tawny red baby deer litter my path as I drive to town. I count four babies.

The little scrawny babies are stick-like, soft and pointy, every action like a ballerina trying to catch up with her steps. They have no idea how to evade cars, they start hopping higgledy piggledy all over the road when I drive up, even if they weren't in my path -- they'll get there. So I stop my car and wait as their mother runs away - temporarily abandoning her young - It always offends me, but then she calls them to the safety that she has found, and I forgive her.

I love to watch the babies as they learn to evade "predators" like my car.

1 Responses to Delicate Creatures

  1. Kat Says:

    Beautiful, Desi.

    *sigh*